His heart tells him lies
His head can’t digest
His eyes beg for mercy
His soul cries for rest.
A spirit forged of suffering,
A dead lump in his chest,
But her soul’s love so divine
Makes a cursed life seem blessed.
Unspoken and unbroken
The whisper of the wind
Innocence and emptiness
A hundred years of sin.
Light as bright as polished steel
Purity and death,
A heart can mend
Forgiveness then
To earn eternal rest.
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